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mic check
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mic check
mack daddy
i devoted my whole life to rockin’ mics gettin’ crowds lifted
put my pants on backwards ’cause i wanted to be different
i keeps ’em with a crease timepiece bertolucci
house full of honeys sportin’ gucci cuttin’ coochie
i’m the man girlfriend luxury i swim
macadocious to the most brown sexy slim
setter of trends known for making dividends
and millions of people jump jump jump jump
da brat
now who choose to be the next nigga to step get deleted by def
undefeated ain’t no thang to put that body to rest
chest filled with smoke yolkin’ niggas up by the collar
follow me ’cause my dollars makin’ more sense than common
robbin’ you for your money and your diamonds
endangerin’ your species
more than a woman like the bee gees
no remorse steady smokin’ plenty grass let it go
and let da brat commence to be the baddest hoe
x mack daddy da brat
well baby roll me a mic and let me smoke ’til i’m high
if you ever seen me rock then you know that i
live and die for the things i do
slang i use breakin’ down mics and destroyin’ crews
daddy mack
yachts is by the sea big party twelve until
see i’m the daddy of the mack and at the top of world
i chill keep it real
my field of work consists of that
thuggish ass niggas sayin’ where they keep that pistol at my life
i wouldn’t trade it to me it’s nothin’ better
wakin’ up when i wanna sportin’ jay boogie leather
autographs bubble baths fivestar hotels
rollin’ wit’ a click super thick and everybody’s gettin’ mail
4 mr black
take off the safety and face me
gun powder chowder for real
the last nigga figured to ever make it off the hill
but still rhymes rock like coke that smoke
and i’m in effect with a tec that got a infrared scope
smackin’ those actin’ tough as tinactin
fall up in yo’ hood increase your brain with the mac0
stack ends seventeens on the benz
and burner by my thigh in case these niggas wan’ die
daddy mack mr black
aaliyah
oh ooh something tells me
we got it goin’ on we’re turnin’ ya on
it’s that so so def
5 jermaine dupri
i want you to feel me
my whole thang is to get inside your body
i run game like my name was john gotti
hittin’ hook shots like vlade
and niggas around my way call me little liberace
a lady lover like no other
and i be lethal with my weapon so they call me danny glover
now who keep it hot we do
see so so def ain’t nothin’ but a foolass crew
Artist: Kris Kross
Year: 1996
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 285